Wayne Parnell went for 37 off two overs yesterday. He conceded five in the first.

In the second, Jos Buttler took him apart as if he were an old, rotten shed which had tried to have sex with his daughter. We’re not exactly sure how a shed would go about doing that, but it’s the only way we can properly convey the heartfelt zeal with which Buttler took to his task and the effect this had on Parnell. Buttler really, really meant business and Parnell collapsed like old, wet wood (by which we mean timber).

Everyone who’s ever stood behind us for four hours watching us play the latest version of International Cricket Captain will know that we insist on having Jos Buttler in our one-day sides. In a world infatuated with chancy sloggers who live off the glory of the rare days when their modus operandi comes off, he seems the most reliable.

His job is to take risks, but yet he has been surprisingly consistent. Surely there must be something in that?